When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0041

Miranda had taken some photos of Winter too. In one of them, Winter had just gotten off the roller coaster, looking like she’d escaped with her life. Miranda couldn’t help but laugh.

She scrolled to the end. The last photo was a solo shot of her. Before she closed the app, she noticed two familiar figures in the background in the photo.

She pursed her lips. Winter had probably gotten Hansel and Ingrid in the shot by accident.

She was the main subject of the photo, while the people behind her were supposed to be the background.

However, seeing the couple holding hands behind her, it looked like she was the one who’d barged into their world instead.

“Martha!” Hansel shouted, clutching his stomach. His face was pale.

However, there was no response in the quiet mansion.

He had been awoken by pain early in the morning. Sharp pangs of pain came from his stomach, and chills wracked his body. He was so nauseous that he wanted to throw up, but he couldn’t.

He was more than familiar with this feeling. His gastric issues were acting up.

He remembered that he had some stomach pain medicine at home. Trying to recall where it was kept, he ransacked his cupboards.

At last, he found a box, but it was empty.

Resisting the pain, he called Zoe. “Bring some stomach pain medicine to the mansion.”

rushed to the pharmacy to pick up

silently on the couch. His face

here’s the

took the tablets from Zoe and swallowed them

you want something

his hand. “You can

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a breath and

called her again. “What kind of medicine did you get me? It’s completely useless! How could you mess up something as

control his emotions, but the unrelenting pain in his abdomen was making it hard for him not

on the coffee table, he realized that it wasn’t the tablets. that

medicine, Mr. Johnson. What brand would you

at the box, Hansel’s mind

never paid attention to its brand or manufacturer. As soon as he

this, he hung up the phone in irritation. Then, he looked up

are calling

The number you

pulled a face when he remembered

door open. It was Martha coming home

and went at the same time every day. At this hour,

“Martha, where’s your phone?”

she saw his pale face. “Mr. Johnson, are